“‘Bout time you got here.” Ardent says, walking over to greet him. I try to stand up to greet him as well and nearly topple back down, but Phantom catches me and helps me to get steady on my legs. “So, you’re the guy causing all the hullabaloo?” Asks kingwja, striding over to greet me. “Looks that way.” I say, trying to joke as I shake his hand. “Ardent contacted me while he was on his way here, and told me to meet him. Sorry I took so long; you know how work is for me.” He directs the apology to Ardentfour, who nods forgivingly. A moment of thick silence passes. “Well, what now?” I ask after a moment of mildly awkward silence. They all look at me, surprised. “What?” I ask nervously. “Um, aren’t you the one leading this charge?” Hannah voices for everybody. “Oh, right, sure, yeah.” I say, trying to get some sort of moisture back into my throat. I hadn’t really thought about it that way, and I realise I’d kinda hoped someone else would take over. “Okay… well…” I stare blankly at our group, trying to think. And then I get a huge light-bulb; “You all can contact other people who care about this site! Like how you did with kingwja! Then we could have a lot of people who know the site well on our side.” I grin excitedly and they exchange quick glances. Another moment of silence passes and then they all pull out their various devices, typing away at them. I sit back down while I wait for the messaging to end, trying to rest my still-aching body. Soon they one by one say that they’d messaged every MBer they know and are in contact with. “Okay, I guess we should find someplace to stay and wait for the-” I start to suggest, but I’m cut short by someone walking up. I look over in surprise to see a brown-haired girl walk up. “Alright, which one of you nerds called?” She asks mischievously. “Hey, Essa!” Phantom greets her cheerfully. Kingwja also greets her happily, walking over and starting to chat with her. And then another person comes. And then another and more and more until we had a very, very large and interesting group. But even the chaos of the group couldn’t drown out the thought that came into my head and refused to leave. As I step back and look at the group, I smile in approval as that thought chants in a non-stop rhythm, ‘We’re ready! We’re ready! We’re ready! We’re ready…’
Hey guys, so sorry for the eternity wait and I really hope you all like this chapter! I hope to move into big things in the next installation and I think you’ll really enjoy what I’ve got in store! Read on!
Another part of a hero: Knowing when you can’t do it all. No-one likes a soloist who can’t learn to work with others. Your way will be much easier if you accept the good help offered.
Part Ten: The Return
The chaotic group loitered in the alley, all chatting about the old days and voicing their contempt for how the MBs had ended up. I realise that we need to quickly do something before someone figures out we’re here, which shouldn’t take long. I take a step back. “Hey!” I call, trying to get everyone’s attention. They keep clamouring. I sigh to myself and take a large breath. “HEY!” I scream and everyone turns to me, startled. I feel a bit awkward. “Um, hi, I’m Sprocket007, and I was the one to start this, um, journey.” I say, glancing at my friends for support. The girls give me thumbs-ups and so I keep going. “This site, the Lego Message Boards Eternal, has been taken over by a virus created by a man named cheatcodes.” Groans and jeering and several ‘brick its’ split through the crowd, and I could swear I heard an older user mutter about ‘having taken care of him once already.’ I wait for the grumblings to pass and then continue, “What I need to ask is this, will you help me take back the MBs?” I say, my voice crecindoing a bit as I finish. One, terrible second slowly slid past and then almost everybody in the crowd lets out a cheer/yell/roar! Relief floods through me as it becomes obvious that these people are angry enough and crazy enough to take back what’s theirs. And We will. Watch out, cheatcodes. The MBers are coming.
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
The chaotic group loitered in the alley, all chatting about the old days and voicing their contempt for how the MBs had ended up. I realise that we need to quickly do something before someone figures out we’re here, which shouldn’t take long. I take a step back. “Hey!” I call, trying to get everyone’s attention. They keep clamouring. I sigh to myself and take a large breath. “HEY!” I scream and everyone turns to me, startled. I feel a bit awkward. “Um, hi, I’m Sprocket007, and I was the one to start this, um, journey.” I say, glancing at my friends for support. The girls give me thumbs-ups and so I keep going. “This site, the Lego Message Boards Eternal, has been taken over by a virus created by a man named cheatcodes.” Groans and jeering and several ‘brick its’ split through the crowd, and I could swear I heard an older user mutter about ‘having taken care of him once already.’ I wait for the grumblings to pass and then continue, “What I need to ask is this, will you help me take back the MBs?” I say, my voice crecindoing a bit as I finish. One, terrible second slowly slid past and then almost everybody in the crowd lets out a cheer/yell/roar! Relief floods through me as it becomes obvious that these people are angry enough and crazy enough to take back what’s theirs. And We will. Watch out, cheatcodes. The MBers are coming.
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
Good moar!!!
Maybe I should leave for a few days more often, then there's moar. Part One; Broken
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
Good moar!!!
Maybe I should leave for a few days more often, then there's moar. Part One; Broken
I was wondering if you would return Glad to have you back!
The chaotic group loitered in the alley, all chatting about the old days and voicing their contempt for how the MBs had ended up. I realise that we need to quickly do something before someone figures out we’re here, which shouldn’t take long. I take a step back. “Hey!” I call, trying to get everyone’s attention. They keep clamouring. I sigh to myself and take a large breath. “HEY!” I scream and everyone turns to me, startled. I feel a bit awkward. “Um, hi, I’m Sprocket007, and I was the one to start this, um, journey.” I say, glancing at my friends for support. The girls give me thumbs-ups and so I keep going. “This site, the Lego Message Boards Eternal, has been taken over by a virus created by a man named cheatcodes.” Groans and jeering and several ‘brick its’ split through the crowd, and I could swear I heard an older user mutter about ‘having taken care of him once already.’ I wait for the grumblings to pass and then continue, “What I need to ask is this, will you help me take back the MBs?” I say, my voice crecindoing a bit as I finish. One, terrible second slowly slid past and then almost everybody in the crowd lets out a cheer/yell/roar! Relief floods through me as it becomes obvious that these people are angry enough and crazy enough to take back what’s theirs. And We will. Watch out, cheatcodes. The MBers are coming.
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
Part Eleven: Reckoning
I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
Part Eleven: Reckoning
I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
There's moar!! And I didn't even have to pester ask nicely for it!
Great part! I like the awkward elevator ride. Part One; Broken
I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
There's moar!! And I didn't even have to pester ask nicely for it!
Great part! I like the awkward elevator ride. Part One; Broken
Yep XD
Thanks, but I still have to add to this now that it's modded, so hold on for the rest of part eleven! (I love the elevator part too XD)
After we familiarise ourselves with each other, the threat, and some snacks a few people brought, we head out. As the large group makes its way down the deserted streets it clicks in my head that this was it. The beginning of the end to an era, but also the prelude to another beginning. I want to stop, to say I didn’t know why I’m doing this crazy thing, but I force my steps to be stronger instead. Inside, I know why I am doing this and I have been through too much to call it quits now. I glance around at the loud procession and wonder briefly if I’m actually crazy enough to go to battle with these guys. But suddenly, there’s no more time for thinking. “Ten o’clock!” Someone yells and we all quickly turn to find some virus coming at us from eleven (I guess they didn’t know their clock face the best, but we figured it out). As I watch the group's reactions, I realise I hadn't known what I had expected. But I sure as anything hadn’t expected a mob of people to run straight for the virus, pulling out crazy weapons from nowhere like bubble gum launchers and ban hammers and a few Star Wars-looking things. I watch in disbelief as they bring down the virus in minutes, cheering when it hits the ground and stops wriggling. I blink twice as I watch some of them stand in front of it, grinning and doing peace signs with their fingers, while someone else takes their picture. All I can do for a moment is stare. And then I smile and start laughing, because now I know I like this brand of crazy. As we advance toward Mod Tower I start chatting with a couple people. It’s like they weren’t fazed by the threat and I quickly find myself adopting the attitude. But slowly things grow quiet. We stop about forty feet away from Mod Tower, staring at the once mighty, but now corroded, structure. Phantom sniffles something about memories as the mods grow the most solemn of all. I step forward and several mods holding ban hammers join me. We face the group and I take a deep breath. “Let’s go all the way. This isn’t his turf. It’s time to take it back,” My words are strong and they seem to strengthen me from the inside.The mods and I turn back towards the tower as the others cheer, and begin the advance. I can hear the strange shuffle/stomp sound of the rest following. And then the front of the building is smashed and broken away by huge viruses rushing out to meet us. I jump back, surprised at their sudden appearance. Fear started to come to me, but then I look up and glimpse cheatcodes in the background and for a moment he locks eyes with me. He gives me a cold, dark smile and turns, disappearing into the safety of his tower. Then, the fear was gone. It was only anger.
A hero often has good leadership. If the people have no reason to follow you, and you can't lead them then why would they? Leadership can be important for a hero to understand.
Here we are! The battle is beginning! Only a matter of time before the end is nigh... but for who? (To be colored at a later date)
Part Eleven: Reckoning
I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later, I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
I quietly pretended to wipe stuff and worked my way towards where cheatcodes was typing on a custom-looking keyboard and glancing at his many monitors. I quietly watched to see what controlled what while wiping down a desk, which was pretty dusty. ‘Does this guy even take care of his evil lair?’ I wondered. He sat back in his chair, studying the monitor. I saw my chance. Grabbing a bucket of soapy water I lept for the console, kicking open a loose panel and dumping the water inside the computer before cheatcodes could react. It sparked and glitched and flashed error signs, right before it exploded in an incredible flurry, thankfully not killing me. I was knocked away hard and fell onto my back, but when I sat up and saw the broken computer I gave out a “Woo-hoo!”. Suddenly, I felt something hard and fast and very painful hit the back of my head. It took me twenty seconds of laying on the floor before I realised I had been punched. And then I registered I was being kicked by a very angry hacker. And then I noticed I wasn’t being destroyed by a virus. It clicked; he couldn’t control the viruses without the now-waterlogged computer! They would glitch and destroy themselves! I came back to myself and grabbed his leg. He screamed some stuff while I pulled out my weapon, a chatter-teeth launcher, and pulled the trigger several times. He stopped kicking me and started running and jumping around the room, trying to get off twenty or so chattering teeth that musta felt weird but couldn’t be doing that much damage. I heard the sound of a lot of people exiting an elevator and quickly glanced over to see that the MBers had made it! Benboy helped me to my feet as several others pointed and laughed at cheatcodes (In their defence, it was a funny sight!). HannahDash handed me something I recognised as a Stungun. I smiled, aimed at the fuming and embarrassed hacker and pulled the trigger with a flash. He wasn’t any cuter sleeping.
Victory. A hero's goal, a villain's goal. Whoever achieves that goal can often sway the direction of the whole world (or the whole internet). We must be careful, as the people, not to give victory to the wrong powers, starting first within ourselves. As Sprocket007 stood for what he knew was right, I urge you: go, stand, and give victory to what is right, inside you, into a struggling life, perhaps into something bigger. Be the hero. Be a voice. Never give up hope. Always love. Always remember the truth. That is what makes a hero.
I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later, I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
I quietly pretended to wipe stuff and worked my way towards where cheatcodes was typing on a custom-looking keyboard and glancing at his many monitors. I quietly watched to see what controlled what while wiping down a desk, which was pretty dusty. ‘Does this guy even take care of his evil lair?’ I wondered. He sat back in his chair, studying the monitor. I saw my chance. Grabbing a bucket of soapy water I lept for the console, kicking open a loose panel and dumping the water inside the computer before cheatcodes could react. It sparked and glitched and flashed error signs, right before it exploded in an incredible flurry, thankfully not killing me. I was knocked away hard and fell onto my back, but when I sat up and saw the broken computer I gave out a “Woo-hoo!”. Suddenly, I felt something hard and fast and very painful hit the back of my head. It took me twenty seconds of laying on the floor before I realised I had been punched. And then I registered I was being kicked by a very angry hacker. And then I noticed I wasn’t being destroyed by a virus. It clicked; he couldn’t control the viruses without the now-waterlogged computer! They would glitch and destroy themselves! I came back to myself and grabbed his leg. He screamed some stuff while I pulled out my weapon, a chatter-teeth launcher, and pulled the trigger several times. He stopped kicking me and started running and jumping around the room, trying to get off twenty or so chattering teeth that musta felt weird but couldn’t be doing that much damage. I heard the sound of a lot of people exiting an elevator and quickly glanced over to see that the MBers had made it! Benboy helped me to my feet as several others pointed and laughed at cheatcodes (In their defence, it was a funny sight!). HannahDash handed me something I recognised as a Stungun. I smiled, aimed at the fuming and embarrassed hacker and pulled the trigger with a flash. He wasn’t any cuter sleeping.
Victory. A hero's goal, a villain's goal. Whoever achieves that goal can often sway the direction of the whole world (or the whole internet). We must be careful, as the people, not to give victory to the wrong powers, starting first within ourselves. As Sprocket007 stood for what he knew was right, I urge you: go, stand, and give victory to what is right, inside you, into a struggling life, perhaps into something bigger. Be the hero. Be a voice. Never give up hope. Always love. Always remember the truth. That is what makes a hero.
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Wonder how long it'll be before we get a live action Aristocats. 
Hopefully long enough that Disney won't be weird anymore ![[fp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/npbLCuGzrLApxWtWqy0u.png)
